I have seen a lot of all-caps-multiple-exclamation-points posts from middle-class white people on social media this month. Their issue? That people are saying the wrong holiday greeting to them. They’re Jewish or agnostic or Wiccan or whatever and someone happily wished them a “Merry Christmas.”
I get being upset or annoyed by that. I really do. But going ALL CAPS & exclamation pointy on people?….I don’t get that. See, here’s the thing, for the first time in your life, you’re the minority. I’ll bet the majority of America celebrates Christmas. Maybe not the Christian version, and perhaps they also have a menorah lit in the window, but chances are, Santa is somewhere in their holiday season. read more →
And now I’m going to do something which I rarely do….promote myself. Please bear with me, this is not something I do well. Sure, I’m great at letting everyone know which bands and plays to go see, and I’m almost always right when I warn people to buy tickets because a show will sell out, but I am no good at reminding people to come hear me perform.
To further illustrate my point, this is the first time I’ve used my website to mention one of my shows in several months, maybe a year. I have an email list to send out newsletters, but I only sent out one and it was in early 2013. Yep, the shoemaker’s children have no shoes and the girl who loves to promote everyone else never says a word about her own work. read more →
I know I’ve been behind on updating my website, so allow me to catch you up on a few things…. read more →
I am a writer. No, seriously, I am. Just as having a camera doesn’t make someone a photographer, having a pen or a laptop does not make anyone a writer. Being a writer is an immeasurable amount of work. It requires an understanding of language, grammar, composition and having the organized yet creative brain to put all these ingredients together.
But perhaps my just saying that I’m a writer isn’t enough for the skeptic lurking inside your brain. Possibly my awards, published works or the crowds which I have performed for over the last two decades still aren’t going to convince you. Maybe, just maybe, even the money I’ve made isn’t enough to squash that tiny voice in your head which insists that a girl with a stupid name could never be a “writer”. Okay, I’ll give in to your inability to take my word for it. In the early 90s I didn’t believe that I should be called a writer either. My minuscule ego at the time presumed that I needed more awards to validate my title. That’s when David Foster Wallace came into my life. He assured me that not only was I a writer, but that I was already quite good. If you are unaware of exactly who David Foster Wallace is, then we probably shouldn’t have this conversation. You’re really not in a position to question whether or not I am a writer. I’m sorry, but it’s true.
Now that we have established that I am a writer, let’s move onto the topics up for discussion. Am I a “douche bag”? Glossing over the fact that douchebag is one word and not two, I’ll admit that I had to look up the technical function of this item. For those of you non-writers out there, to say someone is an intimate object is a metaphor. I know metaphors quite well, they are a staple in both my poetry and prose. I have even taught workshops on similes and metaphors. So, am I metaphorically a douchebag? One would think there is validity in this statement. It’s been used in conjunction with my name over 30 times on Twitter and is posted multiple times on a “blog” and the Facebook pages of that blog’s owner. Granted, one wouldn’t have to go far to reach the conclusion that over 100 tweets in 48 hours resembles more of a psychotic temper tantrum than a person stating facts, but the question has now been raised.
If you’ve read the previous two posts, then you know the story of why I was about to drive to Illinois in the middle of a bitterly cold winter. If you haven’t read it, hmm….well, I’ll be nice and give you a quick recap of the reason for this 650 mile journey.
A selection of my poetry was chosen by New Route Theatre company’s Phil Shaw to be presented as
a sort of play. This was the first time which my work was going to be performed by someone other than myself and I wanted to be in attendance for this enormous honor.
Such a trip required me to be off work for several days and a car which wouldn’t be crushed under the task of driving 1200 miles in less than a week. My friends and family came through with the money I would need while my mother offered the vehicle and her company for the 12 hours of driving each way. She picked me up at 10pm on Monday nite full of the excitement of being able to witness her child’s accomplishment. Teasing me already about the fact that I have the world’s smallest bladder and the subsequent stops we would have to make to accommodate it, we hopped into her 2002 Chevy Cavalier and hit the road. read more →
i decided that those of you who aren’t following me on twitter are missing out on my very brief bits of wisdom. and so i have created this lovely little selection for you. although i do hope that our libraries aren’t someday cluttered with “the great tweets of the 21st century”. then again, that may be my best shot at getting published right now. : )
anyway, here you go. tiny little musings by me.
i tried to tweet using a blackberry, but it didn’t work on anything….phone, email or tweet….i gave up, but now my hands are purple.
open mic tonite & i have become a lepidopterologist-i have at least 42 butterflies in my stomach that i will need to care for.
note to self. quaaludes are not an ice cream topping.
sneezed all day-took 2 nyquil-i should be out until thursday….of next week. didn’t get to write today except a thank you note – to puffs.
harry potter exhibit @ m.s.i. in chicago was AWESOME! i spent 2 hrs with alan rickman’s “snape” robes. have been asked not to return.
colored my hair burgundy. it really brings out the red in my eyes….at least that’s what the cop giving me the breathalyzer test told me.
it’s so cold out here. i’m getting ready to build a fire. hmmm, i wish i had a fireplace to put it in. ah, well – dining room it is!
maybe the reason i’m always out of the loop is because i think outside the box. geometry is hard. “i was told there would be no math.” (chevy chase.)
i am several of snow white’s friends today. sleepy, sneezy, dopey & grumpy….where is doc when i need him? love, “the every bashful” barbie
i am terribly in love with ben franklin….the inventor of the wood stove.
regrets are a dime a dozen….that reminds me, i need to go to the bank.
about to go to the dentist-uncertain if will be able to cover my bail – should the need arise. i’m on halcion-their backup plan i guess.
facebook follow up….
*dentist went well, i left him without injury. he told me i should be able to go to open mic tonite & perform. stole his home address & wrote down his license plate # just in case there are complications. was that wrong?
did i mention i don’t like dentists? i hope mine liked pizza – i’m having 20 delivered to him!
i drove through the clouds this morning. the smokies appear to be up to 2 packs a day. i wonder if we should all chip in & get them a patch?
girl’s costumer choices – hooker/cheerleader, hooker/witch, hooker/disney, hooker/alice, hooker/ghost, hooker/angel–going as hooker/batgirl.
may change costume decision since the “hooker/ghost” one is pretty sweet. it’s made from 4 crocheted doilies….my choice as to placement.
home after fab party-food, drink, fun-great! turned out i was @ the wrong house, but once i was done throwing up, they called me a cab. : )
there you go. that’s it for tonite. be sure to tip your bartenders. if you liked these thoughts, you can find more on http://twitter.com/barbieangell